Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Zhang Xueliang was silent for a moment, then returned to his seat, lit a cigarette, and said, "No matter who it is, anyone who can fight the Japanese devils is a good person."

Send someone to investigate and find out who the commander of this unit is. I want to speak with him personally and make friends with him.

"yes!"

In the Imperial Palace, Emperor Hirohito sat before the throne, his face ashen.

A series of battle reports were laid out in front of him.

The Kwantung Army suffered heavy losses after losing both Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces.

"Prime Minister, what is going on? Who is attacking our troops?"

Hideki Tojo had his head down, sweat beading on his forehead and his back soaked with sweat.

"Your Majesty, we haven't found out the details yet. All we know is that the enemy has very advanced fighter jets that our radar can't detect and our anti-aircraft guns can't reach."

According to the pilots, they had never seen such an aircraft before; its speed was incredible.

"Baka! Baka yarou!"

"Hi!"

Hideki Tojo lowered his head even further.

Hirohito stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window is the Tokyo night view, a dazzling display of lights from every home.

He recalled how the empire had expanded step by step since the Meiji Restoration, including the First Sino-Japanese War, the Russo-Japanese War, the occupation of Northeast China, and the establishment of Manchukuo.

I have never suffered such a great loss before.

"Liaoning Province cannot be lost again."

"Your Majesty, rest assured, we have already dispatched three hundred fighter jets to support Liaoning Province, and we will certainly not allow Liaoning Province to fall into enemy hands."

"That would be best."

Hirohito turned to look at him. "Otherwise, you can commit seppuku to atone for your sins."

"Hi!"

Three hundred fighter jets took off from various airports and assembled over Liaoning Province.

Densely packed, a dark mass that blots out the sky.

In the command center, Major General Yamamoto, the commander, looked at the formation with a smile on his lips, confident of victory.

Three hundred fighter jets are enough to flatten any enemy.

What he didn't know was that one hundred J-20 fighters were already on their way.

In Lin Tian's command post, Brigade Commander Chen strode in. "Commander, intelligence confirmed. The Japanese have sent three hundred fighter jets to support Liaoning Province."

Zero fighters, Type 97 fighters, and Type 99 bombers are now assembled over Liaoning Province.

Lin Tian put down his teacup, stood up, and said, "Three hundred chariots? Good thing they've come. Let them see what a generational gap really means."

"Notify the flight squadron to take off. No need for stealth. Fly over there openly and let them see what it means to have a technological advantage that is 70 or 80 years ahead."

"yes!"

One hundred J-20 fighter jets took off again.

This time, they were not invisible.

Radar signals are fully activated, and navigation lights are all on.

It stands out prominently in the night sky.

The Japanese radar on the ground finally detected it.

One spot of light, two spots of light, a hundred spots of light.

"Report! Enemy aircraft spotted! Approximately one hundred in number! Heading due north, altitude 1,500 meters, extremely fast!"

Major General Yamamoto's pupils contracted slightly.

One hundred.

They had three hundred planes, while the enemy only had one hundred.

The advantage lies with me!

"Attention all personnel! Enemy aircraft are attacking! Prepare for engagement!"

Three hundred fighter jets spread out, ready to engage in battle.

As the J-20 pilots looked at the dense clusters of lights on the radar screen, smiles slowly crept onto their lips.

Three hundred guns, just enough for a good fight.

So that these beasts will know what it means to use a dimensional reduction attack.

"Red Star One has locked onto the target."

"Red Star 2 locked."

"Red Star 3 locked."

One hundred lock-on sounds rang out sequentially in the channel.

"emission!"

The tracking missile detached from its rack, trailing a white plume of flame, and hurtled toward the Japanese aircraft formation.

One hundred beyond-visual-range air-to-air missiles, one hundred targets, and not a single one missed.

Major General Yamamoto's face turned deathly pale as he watched the rapidly approaching dot on the radar screen.

"Get out of there! Get out of there quickly!"

That's too late.

The missile hit the target.

One Japanese plane after another exploded in the air, turning into fireballs.

Fragments flew everywhere, trailing black smoke as it fell.

Major General Yamamoto's command aircraft was locked onto by a missile, and he jerked the control stick to try to evade it.

The missile was too fast; it was too fast for him to react.

"boom!"

Major General Yamamoto's plane turned into a fireball, leaving no trace of his body.

In less than three minutes, more than 200 of the 300 fighter jets were shot down.

The remaining dozens of planes scattered and fled, some flying east, some west, some south, and some north.

I wish my parents could give me more legs.

How could the J-20 pilots let it go? That would be a slap in their own face.

The small fighter jets were like tortoises compared to the J-20 fighter jets, and in no time, nearly a hundred more fighter jets crashed.

"Red Star One reporting, mission complete. Requesting return to base."

"Red Star 2 reporting, mission complete. Requesting return to base."

One hundred calls to return to base echoed in succession on the channel.

"Return to base approved."

One hundred J-20 fighter jets turned around and flew towards Shanghai.

Behind them, the night sky was filled with burning debris.

When the news reached Tokyo, the military was in an uproar.

Three hundred fighter jets were shot down in less than half an hour, and not a single fighter jet escaped.

"Baka yarou!"

Hideki Tojo slammed his fist on the table, causing a teacup to bounce and fall to the ground. Three hundred fighter jets represented all the air power they could mobilize in China.

It vanished overnight.

"Baka yarou, baka yarou."

The cabinet ministers looked at each other, their faces pale.

They didn't know what had happened.

Three hundred fighter jets went out, and not a single one returned.

The enemy has only one hundred aircraft.

Are these people pigs?

"Baka yarou!"

"Sir, the enemy's fighter jets are too advanced. Our pilots reported that the missiles were launched before they even saw the enemy. This is a generational gap, an insurmountable one."

"Generational gap? What generational gap?"

Hideki Tojo roared, "How can the Empire's most advanced fighter jet be outdated? I think you're all pigs."

No one can answer.

They don't know that there is such a thing as a fifth-generation fighter jet, beyond-visual-range air combat, or a dimensional reduction strike.

All they knew was that they had lost, and lost completely.

Emperor Hirohito remained silent for a long time after receiving the news.

"Can Liaoning Province still be defended?"

Hideki Tojo lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "Your Majesty, our air power has been almost completely lost, and the Manchukuo ground forces in Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces have also been severely damaged. Now only Liaoning province remains, and I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid we can't hold out."

Hirohito closed his eyes.

"The puppet state of Manchukuo is finished."

Hideki Tojo lowered his head even further.

Years of planning, all destroyed in one day.

He was furious.

In a fit of anger, he snapped.

He immediately ordered the Special Higher Police across China to mobilize and investigate who owned the fighter jet.

The news spread throughout the world early the next morning.

Three hundred Japanese warplanes were shot down, and the Kwantung Army in Liaoning Province lost its air cover. The enemy lost no warplanes.

Chiang Kai-shek said, "The situation in Northeast China is changing faster than expected. The most urgent task is to find out the details of that fighter jet unit."

Its existence is a blessing for China, but not for me.

Roosevelt told his staff, "Impossible, this is impossible. No country's air force can do this."

"Even with three hundred fighter jets deployed, how come they didn't shoot down a single one?"

Churchill, with a cigar in his mouth, said: "Whoever can defeat the Japanese air force is our friend."

Stalin remained silent for a long time in the Kremlin, then stubbed out his cigarette sharply: "Investigate. Investigate thoroughly."

In his cave dwelling in Yan'an, the commander-in-chief smoked a cigarette, looked at the telegram, and laughed heartily, "Three hundred, three hundred Japanese planes! Shot down in less than half an hour! Brilliant! Truly brilliant!"

As he smiled, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"If we had such an army earlier, so many of our compatriots wouldn't have died."

Inside the command post, Lin Tian stood by the window, looking at the sunlight outside.

Despite not sleeping all night, I still feel great.

Brigade Commander Chen walked in and saluted.

"Sir, the entire air regiment has returned safely, having shot down 300 Japanese warplanes without suffering any losses on our side."

Lin Tian nodded.

"The pilots have worked hard; let them get some rest. Today, the ground troops are setting off."

"yes!"

Brigade Commander Chen turned and went out to make arrangements.

Lin Tian got dressed and walked out of the command center. The sun was exceptionally warm this morning, as if two tumors had been removed.

Tomorrow night, Liaoning Province will be theirs.

The puppet state of Manchukuo will soon disappear from the map.

Those who live a simple life, those who betray their country, none of them can escape.

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